The first time I remember crying at work was 1991. I was just a kid and I worked at Here’s Hollywood Video in Palatine, IL. I overheard an assistant manager call me Sinead behind my back. I later confronted the chump. He was thirty, divorced, and going places in his career.
Even then, I was assessing talent.
So I asked, “Did you call me Sinead?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Everyone calls you Sinead.”
I said, “Not to my face, they don’t.”
He said, “Of course not. But you do have a shaved head.”
He turned and walked away. Conversation was over.
- I cried because some loser thought he could be witty and clever at my expense.
- I cried because I thought he didn’t like me and I’ve always had a sad, pathetic desire to be liked.
- I cried because this guy drove a busted-up Iroc-Z, for chrissake. Google it, kids. That’s a sad car — and it’s even sadder when it’s held together by bungee cords.
I also cried because that job sucked. Hard.
How about you? When was the first time you cried at work? When was the last time? Why?